“Where did you get those.”

“From the same company whose debts you were planning to leave on my desk when you left me,” I said.

Sabelle was not, as he’d told me, a colleague.

She had been his mistress for eight months, kept on my company’s money while he promised her he’d soon own half of everything I’d built.

And Corinna had known — had, in fact, been texting the woman, telling her that a more refined sort of woman would make a better mother for my son.

My mother-in-law had been auditioning my replacement, with my money, while I paid for her handbags.